Before the campfire, a guard was dealing with the injury for Ningling, while Ningling looked at Song Inkstone timidly.

She knows that the brother cured her eyes, and she is grateful, but now, the brother is obviously a big man, so there is a little fear in her heart.

And Song Yan looked curiously at the black sword beside Ningmei.

The sword emits a chilly air all over its body. Even one meter apart, Song Inkstone can feel the heavy chill.

He had to lament the protagonist's luck.

He thought that when he lost the golden finger of the artifact ring, silence should pass through his life.

But unexpectedly, after...